Posts Tagged 'Falmouth'



My Saffron Bun Fish & Coast Week!

After another great trip to Cornwall we are back home in Oxfordshire with a heap of images to show you in future blog entries. We have travelled many miles, met several lovely people, tried some great local produce and now have to tell you all about it.

As we mainly stayed on the coast for our holiday (difficult not to when in Cornwall) we though we would focus on the coast and fish(ing) and after the Oyster Festival in Cornwall we are going to celebrate the sea and all its glories with our own SaffronBun Fish and Coast Festival!

 

So to wet your appetites dip your toe in here….

Swimmers, Castle Beach, Falmouth

The sun was setting when we drove around Pendennis Point and I saw the waves crashing against the sea wall. I though it would make a great shot for the blog.  On getting out of the car and reaching for my camera I couldn’t believe there were two people swimming in the sea in mid October. The guy then came out of the water and proceeded to impress his girlfriend with a few hand stands!

 

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This day 175 years and one day ago…

…Charles Darwin arrived in Falmouth aboard the Beagle. Read more here

In 7 days time we will arrive in the Astra…

Gylly beach cafe is’nt what it used to be… thank goodness!’

My memories as a young child going to Gyllyngvase to see my auntie Phyllis working there in her tabard are not great, the cafe was pretty tired and run down and was a typical seaside greasy spoon serving all the old classics like sausage and chips, fish and chips, burger and chips, pasty and chips and probably chips with chips!

Fast forward a couple of decades and Gylly beach cafe is now the place to be seen! Great during the day for coffee, light lunches and a beer to a more sophisticated atmosphere in the evening as the sun goes down with delicious freshly prepared meals and fine wines. Either way you will not be disappointed with the excellent food and friendly service. Gylly beach cafe pride themselves in their ethical standards from using sustainable ingredients to looking after their environment.

It’s certainly one of our favourite haunts when in Falmouth and we can often be found sitting on the terrace with 2 glasses of red wine and an Anti Pasti for two. Heavenly!

Find out more about Gylly Beach Cafe Here.

She always wanted to find a Cornishman

After moving ‘up country’ I eventually met my now fiancée in a picture framers, near Marlborough Wiltshire. She was working there as a picture framer believe it or not and I as a photographer walked through the door one day and several months later we became an item. Becky would have a Cornish holiday most years with her family and would generally stay near Mevagissey, Gorran Haven or Portmellon having a traditional seaside holiday. They would come down and eat FISH, ‘cos they couldn’t get it up there so fresh they tell me. There I am having my saffron bun stolen from the fishmongers every week as a child and poor Becky is having to have fish fingers for supper. Well that’s a bit of an exaggeration and I know my future in-laws fed Becky much better than that but when you live near the coast you do not know how lucky you are with all the wonderful fresh fish available daily.

Well, I digress, Mevagissey, Gorran Haven and places like that were like going abroad for me, you had to cross the river Fal! My parents would take me out every Sunday afternoon with my favourite tape playing in the car, generally  Paul Simon or Peter Gabriel with me singing inappropriately incorrect (and rude) lyrics before my mum telling me ‘I don’t think you mean to be singing that my love’. Anyhow, my point is we would rarely go across to St Mawes, Portscatho, Mevagissey and the Roseland Peninsula as you had to catch the King Harry Ferry or drive all the way around the Fal via Truro which made it a long drive. We would often go either to the North Coast or West towards Penzance.

So when Becky and I got together I had the joy of having a holiday in Portmellon with her family and it was…well like being on holiday for me! We now try to get to Cornwall a few times a year and will now generally stay with my folks near Falmouth and we always have a lovely time.

So, last year it was about time I got around to popping the question to Becky. Due to work we had to travel to Cornwall separately with me travelling a few days before.  So, eventually (10 minutes before Becky’s train arrived at Truro station) I plucked up the courage to call Becky’s Dad to ask for his daughter’s hand in marriage. Without any trepidation he said ‘of course!’. Phew!

Becky arrived at the station and off we went to Falmouth, me with a little twinkle in my eye.  Some days later after not getting around to popping the question we headed off toward

s the Lizard on a Cornish Lads whistle-stop tour of the Lizard Peninsula with a packed lunch including homemade fresh crab sandwiches. So eventually after visiting various villages and coves that morning we got to Cadgwith Cove for lunch. Out came the crisps and the sandwiches, Beckys busy chatting away, my heart is racing but it was now or err… now. Will you marry me i whispered in her ear? Her eyes welled up, ‘whats you answer’ I asked? ‘Yes’ Becky replied.

I had a good appetite since getting that one off my chest and Becky couldn’t eat a thing, so after finding a telephone box as there is no signal down in them parts of Cornwall Becky relayed the news to her delighted Mum and of course Dad already knew! Shortly after that our whistle-stop tour returned to Falmouth to tell my parents the good news.

And those crab sandwiches were delicious…. happy days!

Cadgwith and us after the crab sandwich!

and WHY my saffron bun I hear you cry…..

My first memory as a child growing up in Falmouth, Cornwall was every week I would go shopping with my Mum into Falmouth and she would buy me a saffron bun from Rowes the bakers, next to the Prince of Wales pier.  We would then head up the high street, mum pushing me in my pushchair to the fishmongers. More often than not Toby West, one of the most famous Cornish fishermen would be in the shop and would try to steal my saffron bun from me. Luckily I also carried a rubber hammer so he never got the bun!

This is a fond memory of my childhood and I can picture it like it was yesterday. Im also still a big fan of saffron buns so what better name to call my Cornish Blog but My Saffron Bun.

My Rubber Hammer was a close second place!